We grind the grit and rhyme,
To weave a tale that’s prime,
With words that dance and sing,
And make our spirits take wing.
We search for just the right phrase,
To set our readers’ hearts ablaze,
To paint a picture in their minds,
And leave them with a sense that binds.
We labor over every line,
To make sure it sounds divine,
And when we’ve done our very best,
We send it out into the quest.
For poets know that words have power,
To lift us up or make us cower,
So we use them with great care,
To create a world that’s fair.
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